The path to living our truth isn't static. It is constantly changing, pulling away the layers of what we were so we are able to dive deeper and see these new incarnations with new eyes. But first we need to take off the rose-colored glasses.
The wild woman runs feral through the trees, carrying with her treasures of fern, rock and root. She who is connected to every stream and branch. She who is woven of shadow, myth and truth. She who beats the drum of magic and mystery. She is the fire that burns away the old world, destroying the cage that once held tight.
A storm howls in my soul. A wild torrent of madness. Feral, dark and raw Echoing my longing Through the ancient pines.
Lilith tells us to take back our power. She calls to us to stand in our truth, embracing our darkness and our light equally. She tells us to stop playing small and being afraid of burning too passionately for worry of being misunderstood in the eyes of others. Our fire is not for them, she tells us. It is for us. We're not here to be the sacrifice; we're here to set the world on fire.